Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless, dammit. *Sobs*. It belongs to Yun Kouga. The lyrics belong to Marilyn Manson. (if you are curious it's called 'Leave A Scar.')
Notes: Yet another little ficlet that came to me whilst listening to this song on the bus on the way to college. I am tempted to make a multi-chaptered AU story with these characters, let me know if you'd be interested.
Themes: Angst.
"I'm just a painting that's still wet, if you touch me I'll be smeared, you'll be stained, stained for the rest of your life."
Tainted. You are a broken doll. Used. Discarded like trash. And this has not happened just once, but twice to date already. You look at the one so young and innocent with the slit eyes of a snake. You shall only ruin his purity. He is your foil, a dazzling silvery white to your sinful blackness. Every moment he lingers at your side, every moment your pathetic craving for some kind of acknowledgement smears him further still.
And your mark of needy uselessness will never fade from his skin.
"Turn around, walk away before you confuse the way we abuse each other. If you're not afraid of being hurt, I'm not afraid of how much I hurt you."
You were marked, marked by the chains of weakness and lessons, of pain and twisted affections. For your first, it wasn't enough that he stole you of your innocence and your years, but he felt his role has his teacher also reached as far as to teach you the cruelties of life. He purged you of your fear of pain, made you all but immune to it. With your second you had no need to fear. Only to listen. Why be afraid of something you have already endured and survived? If you showed not fear, how would he know to stop? But even as you think this, you doubt either of them would've stopped.
Their mark is imbedded on your skin, a perpetual reminder of things you both adore and loath.
"Whatever doesn't kill you, is gonna leave a scar."